With Truce doing a more reasonable six knots I was dozing in the cockpit when I was awoken by a clattering and banging on the hull. My fears were realised, we had run over some floating bamboo contraption all lashed together with bits of rope.
STRESSFUL NIGHT SAIL TO BAWEAN
Only a few fishermen more and the sun rose as we closed the coast of Bawean. By nine in the morning we were anchored in Teluk Promahan, a bay sheltered from the SE trade winds on the north of the Island. It had been a long, busy night and no rest. I was happy and relieved to be safely anchored and cracked a breakfast beer. Well, it was five o clock somewhere.